some of these days

less grammar more photoshop or illustrator
this was quite distracting
Ukulele Anthem & Photoshop or Illustrator drawing
maybe that's photoshop

not worried

about neighbors that might hear howls or fits of hysterical laughter...not worried because probably they are out spending money with the other money spenders...this is an interesting song called "Neighbors" not gonna to listen to it right now...need to type up stuff and prepare other stuff and work do taxes etcetra...

Rattle ceremony?

Went for a nice walk and lounged comfortably on a board seat that was wedged between some tree branches for a while.  As I was leaving, I heard some strange shaking/rattling noises.  When I got closer, I saw a man and a woman sitting in some lawn chairs, and each one was facing the stream and shaking a wooden(?) rattle. Also, there appeared to be some kind of white cord or rope which crossed over the water from where they sat, and it was tied or hooked around some round rocks in the ground on the other side of the stream. I kind of wanted to stop and stare, but thought maybe that would be too intrusive? The rattles might have had bumps, or were curved outward and inward several times, with some colors painted on the curves/bumps. I haven't found a similar picture of that sort of rattle on the internet. I am curious as to what they were doing...

O nature!

Really long paragraph, but typing it all anyway...

"'O nature,' we girls exclaimed in Pakistan, when once again the city of Lahore had run out of Tampax. Taxed as a luxury item throughout the world--which strikes me as abominably unfair--we were always in wait for Tampax. If a friend or relative went to Europe, the last thing in the world we wanted were some duty-free cigarettes: we wanted a bag full of those lightweight and indispensible dispensabilities. At times, however, supplies would fail. And then, with its unique talent for plagiarism, Pakistan produced a product of its own: it was called Yumpax. The box replicated in fine detail the Tampax container, but added the somewhat ominous line: 'Another Yum-Yum Product!" Well, Yum-Yum, you got the better of me. After a huge struggle--private, of course--with the cardboard vessel, a Yumpax could indeed sail up and moor itself in our groins. Would that not be enough? No. For the Yum had ideas of its own and would choose to spread like one of those Japanese toys that you place in water. I can distinctly recall sitting with my sisters in an evening garden, while Pip strode out to us, a triumphant article in his hand. 'It's reached its climax!' he proclaimed boisterously, while the Yum-Yum product in one of us was quietly growing, like a cauliflower or an anenome."

--from page 13, Boys Will Be Boys

Day N' Night Running Up That Hill

Day N' Night
Running Up That Hill

day to night

morning driving oil light girl with mascara eyeballing paper extracting details don't be late too late teacher crumpling paper traipsing buildings arranging paper cut outs of words socratic method evaluations girl smiles a brother in prison for life lunching feedback praise need to improve body language most other scores good or excellent read aloud girl with blindness smiles in my country disability is bad karma both parents agree almost choke on words heat driving back collapsing on mattress coming up for air walking faster up hills light dimming voices fading night runners with headlamps thinking about yoga retreats

this was a dream

I was a boy?/man?/whatever? male gender. I was drawn to see a girl. She was behind some kind of clear plastic tent, and she would talk and sing. Then I woke up and wondered if that girl was actually me, and why there had to be that kind of barrier. Strange that a happyish dream could elicit a somber, tearscoursingdowntheface sort of reaction. Why I am in that tent? And how to get out of that tent? It remains to be seen.

Something kind of weird

Been keeping my degrees in this Balance Ball box for a while now...

So many forms of creativity on the planet!

I am surely a product of my childhood and it's influences. If I used to live on an island in the Pacific Northwest and get strange impressions, such as one of two men who had to argue over a horse for not much better reason than to simply have an argument over it, then that kind of thing can branch out into things I see in the universe today. Who did I see? There's the Emerson/Thoreau thing. Those guys are dead now. I'm sure E. was excellent at performing for the masses. But what if some of the energy that made him got dispersed after he died and came back and collected in other people? Would he necessarily be famous and published? What if some of the energy that made him also created some quieter guy, who could be a little bit spiritual with a somewhat sharp sense of humor sometimes, and his nature-loving neighbor liked to take walks with him (even though she also felt he was way too much of a hallway snob sometimes), and also, for some (god knows what) reason, he decided to join the military? Possibilities, possibilities...

Cool Goddess Cards

Picture came from here. It has been a while since I looked at them.
I remember, the "Kali" card used to always kind of accidentally remind me of someone I knew in school (not a girl!)
I really should look at them more often...

welcome to heaven

Eddie Van Halen (or David Lee Roth) wishes they could all be California girls. I remember, I had a babysitter that really liked him/them.
Oh the image quality on that video is so poor!
It's amazingly hard to google a clean picture of bikini'd girls on a beach if you've ever tried it. Come to think of it, I guess I could have tried to look for a still shot from the video? Oh well. The pictures from the "How to Get a Safe Summer Tan" article are better anyway...

actually

For some reason, this keeps running through my head.
Sim Sala Bim
Now sleep!

Before bed

Trying to shut down the computer but
this does seem unfair...
Transgender beauty queen disqualified
now SLEEP...

echo...

somethimes echo is a memory maybe echo and narcissus were walking home one time and echo said to narcissus "we should never go out" "why?" "we are too good of friends" then they weren't anymore sometimes echo is a crushing memory as if wicked fairies were about... echo was obeying her mind, but echo was crushing her heart

Attitude of Gratitude

It is true that life can seem quite financially challenging at times. However, when all is said and done, I certainly am grateful to have a bed to lie upon. I am also grateful that I can avail myself of the bedclothes which also lie on the bed, if the need to lay myself upon it should ever arise.

Hopefully, the tense was being used correctly in that sentence: Lay vs. Lie

One could always wish for more in life, I suppose. But really...if I feel weary and I am at home, at least, for the time being, there is not merely a dirt floor, or hardwoods, or carpet, but an actual bed at my disposal. With bedclothes. Why complain?

Another object of my gratitude: a yoga mat. It was recently purchased with a gift card. I suppose I should make a date with it. So far, it is practically untouched.

song listened to

song which was read about in younger days but not listened to...UNTIL... Life's A Funny Proposition

new motto

everyone I ever went to kindergarten with is coma-inducing, including myself I, the most coma-inducing of all

Diamondish things

can make me think of Liquid Diamonds and can also make me think of Carbon

interesting sunday

collaborative and communicative and visual
Ludovico Sforza / Beatrice D'Este type imagery going on...kinda sorta...
curious about a book called The Circus In Winter...off the author's page, I like the line "redolent of sawdust..."

Sat evening break

So-so camera. Song that played: You've Got A Friend. (Really horrible blurry picture on video but that person's username was amusing.) Laundromats: kind of fascinating in their own way...

sometimes a topic of conversation

the financial burden/can't make enough money/can't find a good enough paying job out here conversation
hate that conversation
that's the sort of conversation that makes moving look tempting
~~~~
ok but it is true that not all conversations are like that
yesterday me and the bellissimo friend conversed about other things
who is george zimmerman?
bellisimo friend is a very intelligent person
and a very good person
~~~~
however, one of us definitely makes more money than the other
and only one of us gets to go to the mountains and go snowboarding this week
time to go to work

M is for…Motivation!

I know of at least one way to help an ADD person focus on grammar rules: think of all the interesting foreign languages you could learn in the future. :-)

Maybe another way to make it less boring could be to dissect famous lines from movies. Like “No Time For Love, Dr. Jones!” Sometimes, I look out at the universe and see something, which is almost like…a sign…maybe even, a message from God…Wow. Maybe God cares about my behavior? God cares about my moral conduct, too, right? God really cares. Imagine how good that makes a person feel! Possibly, almost as good as some people feel when there are lines of people buying their books and contributing to their paychecks...

Language in general is strange. There is this peculiar habit we have of naming things. Some cultures have lots of nicknames. But even the most standard names in this culture can have a weird effect on the brain. For example, I worked with someone the other day that had to read a story by the author Sherman Alexie. I thought to myself, when I see that name, I tend to think more of the “Alexie,” and almost forget about the “Sherman.” Emily Dickinson, on the other hand, is more “Emily” than “Dickinson” to me. Lucy Maud Montgomery? That one’s harder…is it mostly “Maud” or “Montgomery?” I feel like I go back and forth between the two Ms...

Maybe I should just call her “Ms. M & M.”

That seems like it might be kinda cool. ;-)

There was only “Mr. M” when I was in kindergarten.

Just found the whole Letter People line up. How fun! Um. They’re not very diet friendly, are they? Oh my god, I’m so glad my name didn’t start with E! That would’ve been a huge blow to the self-esteem. I’m pretty sure I thought Mr. M was definitely the COOLEST. Although Mr. S had a song to sing didn’t he? Yes sirree. Can someone tell me, why did the boys get the better songs?

Another way to keep focused is to pick apart the lyrics to favorite songs:

Talula Talula

Sure hope this grammar thing improves. I think it will, though.

Toil for the little paycheck! Sometimes, that’s life…

The Most Adult Activity

is FRIENDSHIP!
Hmmm, is that a slightly scary gray button though?
Came from here.

the cute/creepy scale

15 year old "Living Doll" article

Friday, Friday

Okay I won't look for that song. But...
Good Times, Bad Times
Someone You'd Admire
The Shrine/ An Argument video
~~~~~
Wondering if viewing the Snow White movie coming out this summer would make it seem a) highly entertaining, or b) over-the-top and cheesy?
~~~~~
Gave self a pep talk today about grammer and then got a shiny new grammar book for free! Could grammar want me to be it's friend?

Orange highlight

A highlight of this evening: hiding from paperwork by huddling under a comforter and eating an orange. Ah...the orange...the comforter...the lack of paperwork...and then, tossing orange peels in the trash and letting the scent fill the air (the scent of oranges is supposed to be de-stressing.) An online assessment informed me that I'm primarily a "visual nonverbal" learner. Great! I would really like to go back and re-design my college curriculum so that it would propel me towards being in a more a "visual" type of occupation today...

Forgetting words in songs is funny too

Tori Amos Happy Phantom live 1992

hee, hee...repetition

I have to watch Apron Strings of Savannah again. "Look at the little Transylvanian children!" It's very funny...

fun lyrics?

Wish I knew how to play guitar or something because I wonder if these could be song lyrics:

so fucking cool in the hallway
so fucking cool in the hallway
so fucking cool in the hallway
so fucking cool in the hallway
so fucking cool in the hallway
so fucking cool in the hallway
so fucking cool in the hallway
so fucking cool in the hallway
so fucking cool in the hallway
so fucking cool in the hallway
so fucking cool in the hallway so fucking cool in the hallway

Open Sesame
~~~~~~
That's the third time that I've thought of that magical phrase in the last 24 hours. The first was yesterday. On a happy walk. Thought was: "Isn't it funny how people will open their hearts and then shut them again? Open, shut, open sesame!" And the second time was when I listened to Mad Lucas.

in the dark morning

someone is daring to wonder if groveling could ever be healthy if groveling could ever be attractive because in the right situation groveling is a whole lot better than money, yes? and also much better than getting published now it is probably true that groveling is not better than love but perhaps in certain situations it could build a little courage so is it okay (sometimes, maybe) to indulge in a little bit of groveling please don't worry it's not a mood that lasts forever so when it strikes, why not just enjoy it for a few moments? maybe sometimes a period of groveling could get stretched out even longer like to the length of that #1 Crush song! would you ever like it if some ships were sailed and if so, what would you want to order for those ships? these are a few questions to ponder in the dark hours of the morning a cricket just crawled across the floor

happy walking pics

Sweeping like that guy

Looked for a clip of the guy sweeping in the movie Black Orpheus...It's in this one?...there was not nearly as much paper in it as I remembered. Bureaucracy was nice today, for a change. Nice surprise! Followed by amazing amounts of paperwork. Also, this business about projecting or guessing the hours you will work for the last 3rd of the month so you can turn in the special colored sheets on time is rather curious.

le sigh

too much forced intellectual thinking and no time for walking in woods = not so cheery feelings
however, sometimes this could be good to listen to...
A Rush of Blood to the Head 

For the life

Sometimes it's been fun to travel and be like a gypsy. But someday, this person is going to live in one place for at least a chunk of time. And, if they want, others will come and visit ME. As opposed to me always going everywhere to see them. And then going broke because of it.

Beautiful, beautiful bureaucracy

Dealing with that was a part of the day. There seem to be different opinions and various ways to interpret policies, esp. in regard to whether or not you are required to pay for the training you need for an $11/hour part-time job. Went to an office to petition about it, but no resolution, yet. The financial situation is not fabulous. Wore a button-down army green shirt, by coincidence. Or maybe, it would be better to think of it as forest green? Which reminds me of Smokey the Bear...

Mothering Sunday

Didn't know it 'til today, but this past Sunday was a day called "Mothering Sunday" (in certain Christian traditions???) I felt a very pleasant feeling when I read that. Maybe there is part of me that always liked religions that honored Mary, since I felt like she was quite ignored in most of the Protestant churches I had to attend growing up.

However, I found out about "Mothering Sunday" in a post by an old friend from school who said that it is her "least favorite day of the year." I think her post is quite thought-provoking and very interesting: to be a woman

Hmmm. Someone named Virginia Gal commented on her post. Don't know if that person and I ever got acquainted...

Rather more sedate Diana

Diana reading Christine de Pizan. From here.

Search

Sometimes, there are unexpected triggers, and people can come and go through the brain...like when I saw a painting, A Bigger Splash, when I was younger. I thought of a young man. Did he see a print of that painting or something? That young man does not walk the earth now but it seemed as though I could see all kinds of things through his eyes. Pruning a tree. Girls that he liked or that liked him. Running away from home. Crawling into a train car and reading a book and falling asleep on a train. Woke up, and the train was moving. That's just a small portion of those things. "So, I heard that you talk to the dead," a stranger said. Sometimes, I thought this was a good poem for him. To An Athlete Dying Young. And when I was younger and visiting another country, taking a short cut walking down a back alley at night (ah! foolish 19 year old), and there was a soldier coming down the alley with an enormous weapon slung over his soldier, and the light fizzled out at the precise worst moment, that young man was who I made myself be. I was him. The soldier turned his head and gave me a very intense, long look and we passed by one another and I left the alley and went back to my hotel. "Senorita!" the concierge exclaimed in concern, and said other things in Spanish I didn't understand. "It's okay. I'm okay," I said to him.

Ha, stories & crazy southern people ;-)

Can't miss this guy's voice! Comical and spooky at the same time.
Edgar Oliver - Apron Strings of Savannah

Also, a funny little extra was on the radio and is on this website.

"I guess that I'm...you know the product of my childhood...um...which...I guess was...rather...strange..."
(said that around the 2 1/2 or 3 minute mark)

"I...I feel kind of like...um...like I'm a child of the trees...you know..."
(said that around minute 23)

It was preceded by another interesting story called The House That Sherman Didn't Burn.

Like the girl on the dulcimer

She's cool...
Lisa Hannigan - Personal Jesus

Pirates y otras

Childhood/Youth Reminiscences (2):
a) An absolutely terrifying Captain Hook rushing down the aisle at a play for families and kids in upstate NY (age 3 or 4)
b) Dreadful foreboding; ideas about pirates (in particular, a pirate being abusive to a cabin boy), just before relocating from an island in the Pacific NW to a surburb of DC (age 14)
Recent Artistic Examples (2):
a) Who Is Peter Pan (book review by Alison Lurie)
b) Snow Cherries From France

Vroom

A thought came, rather fast.
What if a Thoreauish one came back and suddenly said (rather affectionately albeit aggressively) to the Emersonish one "I will (VERB) you with my poetry in this lifetime, M.F." And then added "Even if it's BAD poetry. EVEN better!"
And then, in a big stadium, all of a sudden a song, like, say, Precious Things comes on. Part of it chronicles a girl's agony about a crush (quite possibly in high school):
"...holding onto his picture, dressing up everyday..."
Oh the torment, the pain! In the song...
Except...maybe...
Perhaps that part didn't actually happen real life?
Hmmm. Well, maybe not.
However, maybe one could still pretend that it did?
Maybe, in real life, there was a fairy performing that part...

Sweeping

Conflicting feelings about sweeping.
Maybe some men should sweep more.

Poesy

1st: Cassion Song
2nd: Siren, Siren
3rd: Over Hill, Over Dale - Midsummer Night's Dream
Military...

twitter amusements

like the #celebritydishes meme, esp. these:
Benicio del Taco
Lil Kimchi
Banana Nicole Split

Information can also be funny

There are times when it occurs to a writer that if life puts certain things in your line of view, and if you don't at least look at them, well, it may be that you are not be quite living up to life's expectations? So. In this case, life said, "there is a distant relative that has a different sort of occupation and you are supposed to at least be aware of this." Also, is said to be published in various places, including in a book called Lost and Found... (which I have not read.) So anyways, I think I will post these because sometimes, it is a little bit hard to resist something that may strike you as being funny....

Dear Mistress: The Strong Submissive Type
Dear Mistress: Domina Anonyma

Only listened to about 40ish seconds of the second one. It was funny. Ergo, I had to stop; there's all this other paper work to attend to and it would be too distracting listen to it and to try to complete it all.
Could be funny? Quite? Maybe?
For now, have to go and attend to the paperwork.
Viva las interesting females
Viva los interesting males
(Including nuns and monks and other religious/spiritual types!)

Cats' eyes

Overheard an interesting anecdote recently. Someone said that the military's night vision technology is based on cats. How lucky for the military that cats exist. ~~~~~ Person who uploaded this chose cats eyes for the image: Calexico/Iron & Wine - Dark Eyes

Art life solutions

a) make art
b) feel guilty about everything all the time
c) go for a walk or look at the sky or something
d) regress to a pivotal stage in childhood

Fairytales & such

Hmmm. This is rather interesting. Five hundred new fairytales discovered in Germany. I think I would like to know more about that. One is called The Turnip Princess.
I was also thinking about a funny passage from a book, although it's not about fairy tales, but rather, nursery rhymes...

"'Don't tell me, Ifat, don't,' I begged, until her satisfaction was nearly brimming over. 'What!' she exclaimed cheerfully, ''Put on the pan, says greedy Nan, / Let's sup before we go'? 'She cut off their tails with a carving knife / Did you ever see such a sight in your life'?--Come on, Sara, see what you must see!'...'Don't you think that there are some things you shouldn't tell me?' I asked her once, gloomily...'If you let it fester, that's your fault,' Ifat answered in reproof. 'Tomorrow I'll tell you why Jack Sprat could eat no fat and his wife could eat no lean!' And then, leaving me to contemplate her dreadful promise, she turned round and went to sleep."
(pg. 137, Meatless Days)

And I am reminded that this is funny:
"...twice a day Dadi would leave her room and walk the long length of the corridor to my father's room. There she merely peered round the door, as though to see if he were read. (OOPS! Typo. Meant to say "real.") Each time she peered, my father would interrupt whatever adult thing he might be doing in order to enact a silent paroxysm, an elaborate facial pantomime of revulsion and affront."
(pg 7, Meatless Days)

Some not quite grown ups

Maybe there were some not quite grown ups who were sort of friendlyish, once. And perhaps, one was a little bit more “grown up” than the other one. He was going through a special and important time. You could call it the I Don’t Have To Ride The School Bus Anymore; Now I’ve Got A Car Rite Of Passage. The other one had guardians who didn’t believe in giving cars to teenagers. Also, she didn’t have a driver’s license. So, she still rode the bus. And, she was a little bit peeved. Here, this person across from her had all this extra freedom, and no time to ride the bus or talk to her anymore.
How come you don’t ever ride the bus? What do you do after school?
None of your business, he said. Naturally, the followers all laughed.
Ha ha ha! Why, almost everything that comes out of that boy’s mouth is witty.
She was like, FINE. I was just wondering, what could possibly be so great, and so much more important than riding the bus, but, nevermind. Who knows, maybe you have some super secret after school job. But obviously, you wouldn’t want to talk about that, so that’s okay, I wouldn’t want to give you away or anything…To cheer herself up, she decides to sing something. An old gum commercial jingle comes back to her…
Skinny Sticklets
Fat with flavor
See how skinny
Taste how fat!
Time to change the subject. Hey, did you go to any of those Multicultural Day events or did you skip school? What were you doing? Oh wait, I forgot, none of my business. Well, there was this fashion show and guess what? Some guy from your country was in it! I think he’s in your grade? He seemed pretty cool. He was tall, and cute, and he acted very nice. Hey, are you friends with him? He was wearing these long flowing white garments; they looked good. How come you don’t wear stuff like that? Maybe you should wear that to school sometime! Why don’t you ever wear something like that? What? Why is the joy not dancing across his face? She’s just trying to give some friendly fashion advice! Oh, well. Nevermind about that, too. Sheesh! What a grouch. Sometimes…

Certain hopes and Sunday

On Sunday there is stuff that needs to be done in a place that has bureaucracy and paperwork and not all the training was completed, but people in charge didn't seem to care. Oh, you'll be fine. We'll finish that stuff on Monday. Just ask a supervisor if you have questions. They couldn't be bothered; they had to talk about their vacations or something. Understaffed and busy and not finishing the training before the first day and bureaucracy and paperwork. And naturally it starts first thing in the morning on Daylight Savings Time. It's one of those "out of the frying pan and into the fire," things. And I would like to get through that with as much grace as possible, and wake up in a good mood, and not feel like the ovaries are doing a Mexican hat dance on the body, (as opposed to how it was waking up this morning.) I would like to be unimpeded by pain or physical ailments. I would like to make it through okay, without any major mistakes, even though they couldn't be bothered to complete the training beforehand. Happiness.

rooooo

PIANO DOG (algo mi hermanita me mando)

Accidental Click

Huh! I can't remember what I was looking for but the accidental click was on Fiona Apple - Criminal. "She went back to mediocrity, where she came from" someone once answered, when I mused aloud, "whatever happened to Fiona Apple?" But I disagree. I don't think she was mediocre. But Oh! Fiona of the past. So skinny. I want to drink the ballerina tea when I watch it. And, if only I could've been a ballerina! Alas, when I was twelve, I found out it was too late. I'd never be able to make a proper turn out. You have to do that before you are twelve. So, maybe I could take a class sometime but I guess I shall have to pursue other things. Perhaps yoga and other types of dancing. WALKS in the WOODS, though, are free and are very very good...

Strict guardian dance

"I went to school and the nuns, they'd do the nun dance on you if you were bad," the strict guardian said. "I'm the evil stepfather. That's my role in life," the strict guardian said. "This house is not a democracy," the guardian said.
2 examples of people who maybe could get the nun dance done on them sometime:
Ludovico Sforza
R.W. Emerson
Perhaps?
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps...

guess what #2

there was an island, a houseful of teenagers on acid, a backyard bathed in sunlight (beneath overcast skies), a big tree, water droplets on the tree and grasses, and a car with 2 girls and a man with a paper sack full of ripe tomatoes from the farmers market the next morning, and perhaps some music on the radio, like for instance maybe walk on the wild side...

guess what

god likes me

Suggestion: Pray to Me...

Or, at least, pray to White Town - Women In Technology. It would be a spiritual experience, and very feminist! And then, maybe it would be fun to play with some play dough.
Or, you could just do your own thing. Whatever...

For International Women's Day

(Image from crystallinks.com.) It's International Women's Day in the WA Post Entertainment section. And in the LA Times World Now section. A guy brought in cupcakes to work to celebrate. "For International Women's Day" he wrote in a note on the top of the box. Another person (not a guy) got a parking ticket and just felt petulant. On the way home, she thought "Maybe one of my personalities would like to write a poem and call it 'Sometimes, a guy is a whore.'" Whore, whore, whore, whore, whore. Why so? Was Benjamin Franklin a player and a whore? Maybe some people were whores in a past life? Guys, girls? If it wasn't already dark out it might be a good time to walk in nature, but since it's too dark out, it seems like it might be a good time to read some Thoreau... "Nature is a whore," Nirvana sings in In Bloom. An interesting video. And, a kid can sing it.

Wed eve song(s)?

For some reason, this evening's song to get stuck in my head is Santeria? What tragic lyrics! Well, the uncensored ones. Hah. I always thought the end of the song was "my soul would like to weep," but that's not how the song goes. It looks like they had to make the video after the singer died, which is sad. But, what a corny, funny video...and, what a cute dog! Go, Santeria...and now, back to completing other monotonous yet necessary tasks...
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And then? And then I turn on the radio and that same song from yesterday (Karibu Ya Bintou) was playing, precisely at the beginning. Kind of interesting when that kind of thing happens. And! I learn a new word. Amanecer. Because when I checked the playlist to make sure it was the same song, it was messed up for some reason and this Volver - Ana Tijoux was what it said. She kind of reminds me of Bebel Gilberto.
So I looked up the lyrics and didn't know "amanecer." Hmmm. Maybe I'm supposed to continue this trend I've had lately of getting up earlier...

OW

Funny line, page 47:
Deeply offended at being compared to a urinating baby, Saladin maintained what he hoped was a dignified silence -- SV
Okay. That was fun. I probably should do some grammar now.

Ha.

a)The first chapter of The Satanic Verses is actually pretty funny.
b)Entiendo muchas palabras en esta cancion: Un Dia - Juana Molina

interesting evening music

on radio at home:
Life In Limbo (Karibu Ya Bintou)
CD in car:
Datura
Bliss
Lust
Suede

One Week

National Vernor's Day
Might have to drink some that day. Found image here.

Not so great camera; nature is great

Waterfalls

Oat Straw & Nettles

LOVE & NATURE IS IMPORTANT
Well, this was a cheerier evening! I met a forest fire fighter at the park who was snipping away at the tops of some long grasses. He said he had a daughter with the same first name as mine, and that he'd text me some info about herbalism classes. We looked at oat straw and nettles. The nettles in the park looked different from the ones I remembered growing up in the Pacific Northwest.  I also believe I found a California bay tree in another park today. Herbalism is really something I should pay a lot more attention to. I listened to "Little Earthquakes" on the way home in the car.
Crucify
Girl
Silent All These Years
Winter
Mother
Tear In Your Hand
Little Earthquakes

Bizarre book dream

A few days ago there was a strange dream, in which I wrote a dignified letter to a certain author telling him I did not like his book. Actually it was an earth tone flyer and I not only created it, I made a second copy to deliver to him personally. Weird. I would not ever do that in real life. Well, it made me think I should look at the Satanic Verses. In fact, I wonder what happens to the Allie Cone character. Does she perish in a particularly delectable way? That name is amusing; it makes me think of a dessert cranked out from a Snoopy Sno Cone machine.

Holy SUNDAY activities

O, What A Beautiful City
12 gates into the city...All-lay-looooooo
O, Father Abraham
An island girl moved with her family to a new neighborhood by the beautiful capital city of the country. It was quite a daunting prospect. She wasn’t getting along so great with the new Man of the House. But, in at least one respect, she was lucky, because right away, she met a nice new friend (from a different religion) at the bus stop. He was affable, easy to talk to, and wow, wasn’t she lucky? Alas, the world conspired to allow these two to drift apart…Many years later, she found herself wondering how. She meandered through a building of books (including ones about that other religion) and to her surprise there was another name she recognized, in one of the books. Oh my gosh. It was the name of a girl from a different bus stop. The one on the island! And that girl had actually converted to that boy’s religion. Truly, it was a very strange coincidence!
So, she was remembering that boy at the bus stop, and their nice conversations, and how funny that in a book, she should now read about that girl and she remembered how they also had nice conversations…
Ha ha. Just kidding! Never mind about that. Well, there was a lot of drug use on that island. High school girls can be very complicated. Although, some are still nicer than others! Oh well. At least, back in school, she had definitely seemed like less of a bully than…her little sister.
What if you were pregnant with your first child, and your friends highly recommended this excellent obstetrician to you, and then you made an appointment you found yourself staring at an old schoolmate. Oh…hi! Okay. So now I am supposed to entrust my body and child to that tall bitchy girl who didn’t know how to play nicely and used to chuck a basketball at my head in gym class…well! This certainly is an interesting conundrum… So…you don’t have any basketballs stashed away here do you? Ha ha. You know what, do you think you could just give me a referral? Thanks. I think that’ll be best. That’s very kind. Wouldn’t that be weird? After they grow up, how much do people really change? After listening to the funny Ben Folds version of Bitches Ain’t Shit, perhaps I’ll just need to take a walk and ponder some of these deep, spiritual questions. O, What A Beautiful City

Weekend is holy

Missed Me - DD
could be a good holy song

La evening

I do believe that, for the first time in my adult life, I set foot in a Chuck E Cheese this evening. That was interesting. I give the birthday boy the rather adult gift of a card with cash. He seemed pretty happy with it. I witnessed the kidfest. I spoke with children and adults. I observed the ambience of Chuck E Cheese. And eventually, I ESCAPED. And so did the others...
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Also, I'm very happy to report that there were no mice massacres in Chuck E Cheese.

Dream wedge

This is a wedge of a dream. There were picnic tables, people, cliques.
A strange girl I didn't know was saying sarcastic things about me in front of some people. It was to a girl I did know, and it was in reference to a friend me and this girl both knew.
Some other people in that group asked this girl, the one that I knew, if this bothered her that this girl was saying those things about me.
The girl I knew told them, No. It didn't. She didn't give a $#@!.
I went away from all those people.
There was a tallish man hanging around some white buildings.
For some reason it seemed like he had been there and I had been around him for several days.
"You know, you are very silent," I said to him.
He looked surprised. "I know," he said, "but feel free to say whatever you need to say."
"I'm just thrilled you can talk," I said. "Think of all the things I've been saying these last few days," I said to him.
"You did say some things," he said.
I went closer to this man. "Is your name ****?"
He said, "No, it is ________." Something that sounded like it started with an E.
"What is your last name?" I asked him.
He said another name. It also sounded like it started with an E.
"How do you spell that?"
"I don't know how to spell it in your language. But, when I talk about going to my country, in my language, it's the same word as the last name."
Then I thought I would tell him a story about me and ****, but instead, I woke up.

Some ~~~~

~Ouroboros
~Cult of Eternity
~Chutes n' Ladders
~Boots Are Made For Walking

2 Walks

One walk involved seeing a little girl and an older man. She was asking lots of questions. Why? this and why? that. They were walking down by a stream. They had dogs. He was getting irritated and mimicked all the "why" questions back at her. I think they were science questions. Eventually she stopped asking. She went down and up a ravine. The dogs were friendly enough but bounded away from her. Would she stop asking questions? Would she find another person to ask who would feel differently? Even though there was no way they could see me, I drew back and hid behind a tree when I watched them.

Another was a stroll through a grocery store. There was a very interesting dance going on between a little girl and her dad. The dad was a really big man and she would jump at him and kind of karate chop at his stomach. He was shopping and he'd hold out an arm and she'd jump up and hit at it and say lots of aggressive stuff, not swearing or anything but ha! I got you! that sort of thing. And he was just calm and shopping throughout. And every once in a while he'd say to her, see what happens when you do that...he moved along and she went along with him, and a lady behind the sample counter is like, hey, who is this! when she comes by with her dad. There was a table with crayons on it or something for kids and she rushes up to it--whats this! what's this! And I kept kind of running into them.

good or not good to wake up to music

Clicked on Jump this morning. And then went, wait.
Did I for the first time hear a misogynist lyric??
Did you try to beat a girl with a baton in the video?
Is it so? Hmmm, House of Pain. Hmmm.
Maybe let's incarcerate them.

Escritores

Writers shouldn't drink, even a little. But they do. Maybe, on occasion, it's necessary. Like, having to do some laundry. So...upon reflection, you know, sometimes there were moments of piety. There was a young man who came in and told two girls "you should be good girls." And the others, his followers, said, yes, he is right. You two should be good girls. Moments of piety. They were trying to give them good advice. But the girls only laughed...now I need to watch this Mexican movie I've always been meaning to see. Yo La Peor De Todas. I don't understand! Arrgh! I'm sure if I lived in a Latin American country for a week I would be able to understand that language again! Oh, and now I feel regret. My regret is that, in order to move across country, I may have given away a book I want to quote. I cannot find it. I shall have to paraphrase. Essentially, it said that there was once a man who placed a burning faggot on the pyre of Joan of Arc, and afterward, he was deeply afraid, for he feared he had burned a holy woman.

If you look at life in a certain way

There's actually quite a lot of genius in the world.
This guy's song was on the Verve Unmixed 2 CD.
Hugh Masekela - Mama
This is the most recent thing that came up for his name:
Hugh Masekela trumpets...